A bright and sunny day lured me outside with my sketchbook and a pack of pens. When I stumbled upon an elderberry bush, I thought it would be a lovely subject for some plein air sketches.
Clumps of crescent-shaped seed pods embellished a dried plant that stood a few feet tall. The plant lined an open trail and called for a closer examination.
The ice over the pond was thinning, betraying the dark water beneath its increasingly transparent surface. A trio of beavers was there.
